Mildred Wayland: And such a woman! A hanger-on in men's camps!

Queenie: If he wasn't crazy about ya, would he go to all that trouble to tell ya how much he hates ya?

Frederick 'Fred': I haven't played my last card.
Cherry Malotte: Got ya dealing off the bottom of the deck though, haven't they?
Frederick 'Fred': I came here to give you fair warning...
Cherry Malotte: [jumps to her feet] And I'm givin' it right back to you!

Cherry Malotte: I'm Cherry Malotte! They know about me from San Francisco to Sitka. My reputation's got marks on it I couldn't rub off if I wanted to! I am what I am! I don't know how they finally settle things in this world or the next, but when the day comes I'll stand there with my chin up and take what's coming to me. And I wouldn't trade places with you, you white-livered, sweet-smelling hypocrite if they gave me a one-way ticket to Hell!

Cherry Malotte: When I love a man, I don't need any rules.
Mildred Wayland: Obviously. I shouldn't have come. I know about your sort.
Cherry Malotte: You don't have to put me in my place. I know about me.